Let my pains remain with me, I won't utter, I express it not.

It incinerates unceasingly, trying smiling in illusion of being alive; it keeps broiling continuously and restlessly sparkles around like a blaze of lighting flame, life is melting down like a candle that is flickering around.

The ambiance, that I loved and I had been loved by was very intricate to endure for me.

Trying to seem calm and struggling to smile a life, silently keeps living me.

A portion of life, every moment gets torn out of me hurting, and flees away.

My heart itself is a wound, no medicine can cure it It deepens further if stared at, and hurts more if touched.

I have offered many of my selves to you to feel a single you.

Sentences confined to limited definitions meanings restricted to limited words knotted in experiences and sensations musings, smiles and the eyes; and holding the entire love of Creation in my heart how may I offer you one?

It was crucial to understand whether that moment was immensely hurtful or was awfully affectionate for me.